User blog comment:Llamao/Embrace of the Viper/@comment-3474228-20110809203859

Flitrunn supports a limping Lance. "C'mon mates, back t'the mole dwelling, before they catch up t'us! Seems th'whole army's after us!"

Garond, at the head of 300 troops, chase after the small party and the large weasel army. "We end this today, fools! Run run run!"